House Witch Chapter 826

Chapter 826 825. The Gourmet Earl

The hustle and bustle of the banquet outside had nothing to do with Dorothy at this time. After all, she was busy in the kitchen at this time.

Well, after all, this is the first big customer that the Witch House officially opened. In order to make her stepmother look good, the House Witch decided to provide a banquet service.

At this time, in the back kitchen of Dracula's manor, the blood slaves and blood witches who were originally chefs were dumbfounded as they watched the pots and pans in the kitchen moving on their own.

It's like a wise general is commanding his troops, or like an outstanding conductor is guiding the symphony orchestra to perform a grand performance.

At this time, the atmosphere in the kitchen was similar. The spatulas were waving, the iron pots were flying, the fire was licking the bottom of the pot, and the ingredients were being heated at high temperatures. Everything was so neat and uniform, with a military feel. The solemn beauty of collectivization.

Obviously there was only one figure standing there quietly in front of the stove, just watching everything, but in the eyes of these vampire witches, it seemed as if they could see that there were actually countless famous chefs in the world gathered in this empty kitchen. Here it is.

Any of these top chefs who stand at the top of the mountain of cooking skills are now putting aside their arrogance as experts and working together under the control of the **** of cooking, just to present their most outstanding skills at this god's festival.

So, when the pot lids were opened one by one, dazzling golden light shone from the pot, making the kitchen as bright as day and making onlookers close their eyes involuntarily.

But after losing vision, people's other senses are often automatically strengthened, such as everyone's sense of smell and taste at this time.

The soul-stirring aroma slowly flowed out from the pot and turned into clouds. The clouds condensed into ghost claws in mid-air, and then these hungry ghost claws rudely passed through everyone's mouths and noses. Invasion, madly ravaging their noses and taste buds, unreasonably dyeing everything with their color and changing it into their shape.

Most of the chefs present are vampire witches, and vampires have never had a strong appetite. Although they can eat normally, they actually love another kind of food more than these ordinary meals, and that is blood. , especially the high-level blood full of spirituality.

However, when the scent of ghost claws dispersed, everything was different. The vampire witches who were only interested in blood couldn't help but began to salivate crazily. They kept swallowing their own saliva, trying to Suppress the sudden surge of appetite, but it is not just the mouth that is rebelling, their esophagus, intestines and stomach, and even all the cells in the body are shouting one word.

Hungry.

Hungry! Hungry! Hungry!

Unimaginable hunger dominates their bodies. Even if these low-level vampire witches try their best to control themselves, at this moment they are like a girl who should be cold-hearted facing a peerless macho man. Even if they know rationally that they should not surrender, but However, the body betrayed the master's will and only knew how to cater to it unconsciously.

I can only blame the ghost claws for being too rough just now. Once you experience that feeling, there is really no going back.

At this moment, all the vampire witches felt as if they had returned to the day when they were first embraced by their respective masters. Having just transferred from ordinary witches to vampire witches, they lost their appetite for normal food and were replaced by their thirst for blood.

That thirst is still unforgettable even after many years. It is a feeling similar to the desire for water of a traveler who is about to die of thirst in the desert, or the madness of a drowning person who cannot swim for the last life-saving straw.

But now, the mark of blood hunger that had been placed on them by their masters when they first embraced them has been replaced by another kind of hunger. This group of drooling blood witches have only one thought in their minds at this time, that Just eat.

Of course, not all vampire witch chefs are so weak, just like the original chef in this kitchen.

She is not a low-level blood slave or blood citizen, but a blood noble. She is not even a low-level baroness or viscount, but a noble earl and a true titled witch.

Blood Feast Gourmet—Danica.

This is one of the only three counts left in the Dracula family, and he is still the strongest. If it were not for the fact that he did not have the blood of sublimation, with the strength of this blood count, he should have been promoted to a marquis long ago.

However, this countess is also a unique witch. If anyone else were in a situation like her with no way forward, they might have been incompetent and furious.

But Danica is very open-minded about this, or she doesn't really care about rank and strength. Fighting and killing are just work for her. As for what life is, this point has never been You can tell by her account number.

She is a chef and loves food.

Even when she chose to be embraced as a vampire witch, it was just because she wanted to taste the blood-brewed wine handed down in the secret wine cellar of Dracula's family.

With the road ahead cut off, the boss simply hid in the kitchen and studied cooking every day.

After becoming a vampire witch, her appetite for ordinary food has waned, which has become a new challenge for her. She is trying to overcome the century-old problem that vampires only like to drink blood and not eat.

It's a pity that she has been researching it for almost a thousand years and has not made any big progress. The biggest progress so far is the witch's kitchen curse series that suddenly started circulating more than ten years ago.

Even the vampire witches can't resist the temptation of the witch delicacies. Occasionally, if they drink too much blood, they will order witch snacks to improve the taste.

Therefore, since then, Danica has become an avid witch fan. She has always dreamed of one day seeing with her own eyes the one who single-handedly improved the entire witch world. No, it should be the entire witch world. The great magician of the western universe's dietary system.

Unfortunately, the true identity of the Forest Witch has always been a mystery. Witch fans all over the world have been searching for it for so many years, but have found nothing.

This has always been Danica's biggest regret, but the countess's regret was slightly relieved today, because she seemed to have seen another true **** worthy of her lifelong belief.

"Oh, art, this is simply the greatest art, what a wonderful taste, what a sweet kitchen symphony, Mistress Dorothy, your most loyal believer Danica offers you the most sincere thanks, thank you for the greatness You made me, a fool, witness what real cooking skills are.”

Although the countess was drooling, at least she could still maintain her sanity. Therefore, she used the authority of the count to completely suppress the other blood slaves who had completely lost control, and **** those out-of-control guys tightly with countless blood threads. Seriously, while praising the true **** in a very exaggerated tone.

Well, this is really a direct fanatic. After all, this countess, who is considered a big shot in the entire Western Universe, knelt directly on the ground and then crawled forward, as if she wanted to kneel down and lick the shoes of the otaku witch.

Dorothy: “????”

Damn, what a pervert.

The house witch quickly shrank her feet and silently retreated a few meters away.

She looked at the countess kneeling on the ground with goosebumps all over her body, and she was really a little scared.

To be fair, she was actually amazed by Miss Danica when she first came to the kitchen. After all, she was indeed a beauty, and she was the most exquisite kind of beauty.

A decent lady's chef outfit can't hide her curvy and beautiful figure, especially the tight buttons on the chest, which makes people slightly worried that it will put too much pressure on her.

Long natural pink hair is also a rare color among witches. It has a dreamy feel, and under the dreamy hair is an even more dreamy, delicate and flawless face.

If she hadn't seen this in the kitchen, and if the other person hadn't been wearing a white chef's uniform, Dorothy would have thought that this was some popular star in Venus City. Well, the beauty of this chef lady is definitely delayed by the kitchen. If she enters the entertainment industry, she can definitely become one of the popular superstars. After all, her beauty is no less than that of her junior sister. Two ladies.

This is the top beauty among the witch clan where there are many beauties everywhere.

It's a pity that Qing Ben, a beautiful woman, is a pervert.

Mingming was a pretty normal beauty before, gentle and generous, especially those pure and bright eyes, her smile was like a crescent moon, sweet to the heart.

but now

“Hey hey hey”

As if the dreamlike and gentle beauty at the beginning was just a dream, this female pervert kneeling on the ground could not stop drooling from her mouth and making silly giggles.

Obviously Dorothy had retreated, but this guy still climbed up like a spider, looking like he had to lick the boss's shoes today.

This frightened the house witch so much that she thought her divine appearance had been revealed, but she checked the seals all over her body and made sure that everything was in good condition. So what's going on with this guy? Why is he such a nymphomaniac?

　　"Stop, stop, let's talk about something, okay? If you do this again, I will call someone."

The otaku witch stepped on the perverted woman's cheek to stop the scary thing from moving forward, and then warned like this.

“Oh, most blessed, thank you, my Lord, for your gift.”

The perverted countess began to rub her cheek against the sole of the witch's shoe, with an expression of "I have no regrets about this life."

This made Dorothy even more disgusted, and she subconsciously kicked the pervert several meters away.

However, at this time, she also noticed the struggling and violent appearance of the **** blood slaves not far away, and she suddenly realized something.

“Ah, I accidentally took it too seriously and actually used 50% of my strength. That's a bad thing. I took too much medicine. No wonder I'm so crazy.”

The otaku witch realized her mistake.

To a certain extent, her cooking skills are no less harmful than the face of God. It is already close to the authority of the Tao. She has always deliberately controlled her own level, fearing that one careless move will cause others to suffer from it. Can't live without her anymore.

This is no joke. If her cooking skills were fully developed, it would be more terrifying than any hallucinogenic drugs. It would be enough to make others unable to eat any other food, and they would be savoring the taste of supreme bliss every moment. Terrible power.

They say that if you want to make someone inseparable from you, you have to capture their stomach first, but her technique is to directly kidnap the soul and heart of the other person.

Hence, she usually controls her cooking skills based on the strength of the diners, fearing that if she accidentally takes too much medicine, she will become addicted.

But because tonight's banquet was relatively high-end and there were many big shots, she could only show some real skills, and as expected, something almost happened.

“It seems like we need to add a setting that unlocks dynamic delicacies based on strength.”

Dorothy thought so, and then snapped her fingers to get the kitchen into action again, putting the food that was about to be out of the pot back into the pot.

Well, the high-end technology of allowing different people to eat different levels of taste is simply impossible for human chefs. This is already considered a magical power, but it is not a big problem for otaku witches.

After all, cooking is also about cooking, and the heart that believes is your magic.

Dorothy can easily do this kind of thing just by relying on her kitchen spirit, let alone now that she really understands magic.

And then, after the delicious food was out of the pot, she took out a bowl of soup from a soup pot, and then compared her fingers to sword fingers. With a twist and wave, the soup in the bowl turned into several water snakes and snaked towards it. The vampire witch chefs wandered away from their mouths.

　　Well, this is the antidote. People who are affected by the power of her Hungry Ghost Taoist Chef Heart may really turn into evil ghosts like zombies if they don't get what they want and taste it.

And as the soup water snake penetrated into the bellies of the vampire witches from their mouths, the witches who were as ferocious as beasts just now suddenly became peaceful. Each of them smiled, just like the Buddha holding flowers, arriving at bliss early. .

“Well, even I am often shocked by my excellence. I only need to use it a little and it is already the limit of this world.”

Looking at everyone who had finally recovered, Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little lonely again.

From the reactions of the chef ladies and the count chef next to them, she already knew that tonight's banquet would be a success.

After all, for her cooking skills, being soft-spoken is not just an empty talk, her cooking is a magic potion that confuses people.

"Well, I have to show off tonight and become the most shining one at the banquet. Forget it, forget it, the protagonist tonight is Anne, so I don't want to steal the limelight from my stepmother. Anyway, as long as you eat my food, you'll be fine." It's a stamp of approval. There should be many big names in the entertainment industry among the guests tonight, and they'll look familiar at the Shadow Festival in a few days.”

The otaku witch smiled sinisterly.

“Sir, if you want to enter the entertainment industry, please allow me to offer my little help to you.”

A voice almost sounded in her ears.

Dorothy was startled. She turned her head and saw the face of the dreamy Countess.

“I still have a little bit of power in the entertainment industry.”

Danica said so.

The countess is here.

Alas, I can no longer write about delicious food. Damn it, the power of medicine is limited.

(End of this chapter)

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